My Parents Left Me A Run Down Warehouse While My Brother Took The Penthouse

the long straight lines of streetlights stretching toward the hills, the way the palm trees stood perfectly still in the dead air like something decorative and unconvincing. I pressed my face toward the window and watched it all blur past and tried not to think about Derek’s voice, the flat casual cruelty of it, the way he’d said “trash” the same continue reading …